She's a poor girl This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on Go to the place where

I'm gonna ride with you all night Sing to me like Pavarotti Taxi, taxi, give me a ride All these streets are never ending Tie 'em in a knot Drive me through a red light Waiting for everyone to stop Sing to me of Spain Take me to you operetta

Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body

Hey everybody take a look at me, I've got street credibility, I may not have a job, But I have a good time, With the boys that I meet "down on the line" I don't need you So you don't approve, Well, who asked you to?

This could be my destination Say you'll be mine Maybe it's just a feeling, every time we meet But you hit me right out of the blue from all those people out on the streets And if one time you told me that you loved me - heaven knows I would feel that I

I'm walkin' out the door with you on my mind I walked into the street, talkin' to myself I met a brand new girl, phone to make a date You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do But every step away from you, I feel like cryin' No matter what my

All night long! (all night) We're going to party Karamu, fiesta, forever They're jamming in the street Let the music play on (Play on, play on) Come on and sing along! Yeah, I said, everyone you meet All night long!

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that

Lil' homies on the ride Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (My lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz on the street (My fuckin' lil' homies) Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies Fuckin'

These streets aren't paved with gold Don't believe everything that you're told Deception hides in all you see Corruption hangs in the air that you breathe And in the land of the free You know nothing comes for free These colours don't run, Like colours